No Show Shine
Pharaoh's Army
[I've](Been told I’m)dark and aggressive.
hardly guessing,so let’s start with the lesson(s),
pardon the question,harbor my message,
stark & i'm edgy
diligent w/ my art ‘n im pesky
smartly investing.
i'm a Writing machine
who fights Mean.
Got a loyal team, every1 w/ a green -laser-beam!
your girls @ a club
Right w/ Me w/a vodka-mixed-Drink.
allegory? had a story answer for me
(this is the) warm up; (it) shor sucked; (na)i am the shore shot
[FIREBOMBED CAR LIKE-
Damage on the scene, ashes on the scene, car-bombed like Danny Green
Irish mobsters. Car bombing. Carburetor. car next to ya.cya lata.
(Car)Starter / ignition/ (put the) switch 'n (mercury), ignite the piston, for the spark-fer thee explosion
(‘ta)endtha snitchin
bitchin bout a loan ‘e Owed-me/
only the cash he gave was phony that’s why he’s ashes
expulsion/ emcees givme revulsion
&This ain’t Cleveland but we’ll blow you up, outside tha cluub. With a bomb - or a gun...
These days I walk around in a Manic Phase.
Happy days (Passive gains)-I hope Things Don’t Change!
(I will not stand 4these micro aggressions.
Got me stressin' -w/ my Hand on my weapon!
Rap is tha essence, [SO]-
I’m ambitious. Kick it. Hit it.
I’m not Bad 4an amateur!
Not the same.(I’m)On top-of-my-game.
My place at the front is firmly in place. But you’ve made me irate. Until I tear up the place. No more smile on your face.
Maybe you’ll say
- that I Copied Say Drilly,
but I’m sui-cidal if ‘e Wants ‘e can Kill me.
(‘Cuz)’m on the Track w/ Willie & Sharif…we got tha MacMille countin’sheep - (so) we don’t Fall asleep (so) ifya Act Silly? - ya Can’t Kill me!
Choppers .357s all over West Philly.
Code 'a the Streets
-You cheat!where’d ya Get that Beat?!
What a feat.
It’s complete - when we eat. With the heat - we will creep.
Make-a-Hit; Taylor Swift!
Make-a-Hit;Taylor Swift!
…Roll sticky w/ Nicki. Poursome bacardi w/ Cardi
’s How-we start the-party.
Winnin’ like Lombardi, ‘n neva sayin’ sorry!
We pick it. We choose it.
We listen to music.
So re-examine this. Fathom this. Put ’n asterisk.
“It’s Masochism,for a math’matician”*,but you have’ta listen,cuz i had a vision..
Ta make a Rap Track 4 Fast Stacks. Buy shit w/ Cash App cuz my Lines ‘r like Anthrax!
I’m a Top Tier rapper droppin’ tracks this year
‘n the year after! - w/higher standards.
I’m a unicorn. With symbolic texts that date back taCuneiform.
Soldiers in uniform, ready fer Duty-‘n the morn’…
Combine some Dance, w/ New Rap, & Boom-bap.
Move back;
Last second adjustments
4-any1 who’s frontin it’s the Lead that I’m Dumpin’
Her First Born;she didn’t know’e started Turf Wars—[Ain’t that Somethin’!]
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Adds Up ta Bad Luck.
Get your Cash Up -‘n drop bars on the next Mash-up.
Make-a-Hit; Taylor Swift!
Make-a-Hit;Taylor Swift!
[
mainSTREAM- make-me Sick!]
…Roll sticky w/ Nicki. Poursome bacardi w/ Cardi
’s How-we start the-party.
Winnin’like Lombardi - ‘n neva sayin’ sorry!
*
Chaos
Baron Mynd
I never thought you would be a woman, as odd as that sounds,
watching a prowling smile curl up into your gossamer mouth.
Frost on the ground cracks underfoot as you’re edging my way
the knot in your blouse forms delicate drapes around your skeletal frame.
You tell me your name is ‘Lucy’, exhaling a cold mysterious mist,
that clears just as quickly as the words purr from your ethereal lips.
I feel myself wince as the biting cold pinches the end of my nose
before settling slowly as you enquire “Are you ready to go?”
I’d never been so unsure in my life as I was there in the moment.
I stare at you open-mouthed with uncertainty. “Where are we going?”
The air grew imposing. You reach out through the stagnant black abyss
until my hand is sat within the cold palm of your alabaster skin.
I snatch it back that instant — Pulling my arm close to my chest
where I hold it against me harder than my only regret.
My blood runs cold as December. “Come with me,” you hiss
your bony finger gesticulates with a wave of its stygian tip.
The whispering wind wanes as I stand there aghast
I push my hands in my back pockets, firm with defiance. “I’m a family man,”
You c.ackle ecstatically, “Not anymore!” fills the air with luminosity.
Eyes of azure blue becoming green as you exclaim “You belong to ME!”
I move to block the heat radiating from your smouldering gaze
it’s white-hot intensity holds me in place so I don’t look away.
I find myself frozen in stasis as you peer into the depths of my mind
My every surviving memory lies at your mercy as you venture inside.
It’s said that the eyes are windows to the soul if you glance in
exposing the character of even those who no longer have it.
Dragging my creaking limbs through the shadows of this frigid atmosphere...drenched in cold sweat
I can feel the reaper in the mist as he draws near,
leaving trails of scorched earth behind, the cold sears the ground, life declines,
wilting away, brittling benign decay, scythe rips the turf away
The air's bitterly cold, death reaches out its digits attempting to take ahold,
inching towards me in a way where I can feel it's toll, splintering,
the weight of air pushing me down delivering
stabs, like a thousand needles, syringe jab, nip in the night,
I'm quivering pleading for my soul, hoping that these aren't my last rites
body shaking, my spirit aching, I'm gasping for breath in the dense fog,
darkness laughs, ready to feast, what a disgusting hog, this fire pit
blazing, the ambers spit, upon its ravenous appetite I witness its mouths drip
for nothing sweet, just the maggots that are festering upon the flesh of rotted meat
the butcher is ready for swine, no surrender, and no retreat
everyone needs to nourish, I broke bread, but their fill is to eat
gluttony, apparently, jealousy is the poor man's lunchmeat,
In the woods, these men are armed and strapped to the teeth
There's no rest inside this piece
of me frantically throbbing, my blood rushing pounding, the heartbeats
the death drums and hear the song in silent deep sweep
as I hear them speak, as well as the echoing howls amongst the beast
These once so-called friends are now the enemy, and solace's thief
in the night to steal my light, flash before my eyes, I hear my mother's cries
heeding the warning that those men aren't quite your size
disregarding her message, because I believed my own ignorance lies, in bed with gullibility,
pillow-fighting with my own sensibilities
With every step I take, another flood of memories begin to break, while I gasp for breath
Laughter, good times, right now this turn of events take, left
cross my chest, I fall to my knees, face in the dirt turn to repent
while I hear the forest exhale, breathe, its vents
They inch closer, I could sense their scent
in the dew, they draw closer while I'm running on instinct and I don't know what to do
I hear the rustling leaves, twigs crack while they pursue, while shots rang out
I stumbled into a bush within view, disguised inside,
and glimpsed at their ravenous figures armed with their devilish stride,
the moonlight cried
But in corner of my eyes, while my tears welted inside, through the dense haze,
in the distance a glint began to spark in a fiery blaze,
heard it speaking to me in a low hum draped, seek me for escape
take my hand before death forms its shape
I grasp as a light radiated around my chase, astonished as it bore me so tight
in its glistening wings golden fire stunning bright
The seraphim beamed ready to deliver me from my threatening plight
stunned the hunters' eyes gleam filled with their light, as they gazed upon its heavenly sight,
Falling to their knees begging for forgiveness as a final plead
The demons get expunged ending their dark deeds
I watched as I basked in the seraph's light
grace was upon me as walked into the torn pages of future's write
Bladed Thesis
There sits a....
valley low; calm, quiet with sleeping babes aplenty.
Fathers sit in the darkness with sharpened blades at ready.
Dusk so heavy settles, monsters crawl from their burrows.
Amidst rising tides of fog, echoing squalls hit the meadows.
All the calm fellows walk home, patient steps with experience,
Knowing well any rapid movements can beset them perilous.
Graven images on each doorway, charms hang at windows.
Holy water sprayed, priestly blessings to contain the billows.
Silent walks....
alone, armored, arcane and a featureless warlock,
Hands gripping a book, beneath his patchy restored smock.
Why here?
Crazy, no forethought, only sound his clanking aimless sword knot,
Made from ancient tsar locks and feathers of a local raven warhawk.
Heart stops...
hourglass freezes as death grows closer. His weapon grasp squeezes.
Swordhand grasps sleekness, creaseless piece of steel he unleashes.
Left and right die villagers as city guards get the slice.
No end to night, even the screaming legions in bed from fright.
Against the legend knight none can stand or contend his might.
Whispers bends the light, warlock eyes glow with resentful spite.
Unnatural torment device executed to bring the dead to life!
Turning friend to wright, going street by street. No end in sight,
Then a blight, those cut down rise again in unending plight.
He enter the castle gates, behind him an army of the offensive type.
Remaining castle defenders flight, he climbed weathered heights.
Throne room beamed with fluorescent light from a mage sitting center-right.
Besides the wizard ten apprentices bowing to their mentor trite.
A pause, eying the king and magicians then he begins more nether rites.
One by one, breasts torn bright as crimson lightning flashed.
Hands trembled with trident staffs as the booming light amassed,
Wizardly pride was vast, pupils dying couldn't disguised the fact
The battle was lost. All eyes aghast as spoken spells spit flying blasts.
Diving back, the warlock was replying back with blinding cracks,
Head mage was ionized in half at last and died fried to black!
Quivering king cried, abashed, as the warlock went striding passed
Plucked the head of the king and sat atop the throne as...
Rurikid the Wise Outcast
